Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (95)

“It’s not the same as taking it from strangers,” I said, teasing but breathless. “You know, I’ve never fully had sex with you as Ames because you shifted inside me the first time. We’ve only finished together in your . . .”

“True form,” he answered.

“Yes.” I bit my lip. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you go down on me every night . . . and I especially love your snake tongue. But I’m just wondering if I could have you as a human too?”

He pulled back, still holding me close, eyeing me consideringly. “I like feasting on you.” He leaned in, brushing a hot whisper against my ear. “Plus, I like that you’ve only ever been with a demon and not a man. You’re mine.”

A chill shivered down my spine. “I’m still yours either way . . . and you’re still a demon.”

“Sounds like you want some mortal cock, is that right, Little Ghost?”

Heat pooled in my core. Ames chuckled darkly. “The honey taste in my mouth right now tells me that is a yes.”

“I want all of you,” I breathed, not sure how I felt about the fact he could taste how I felt. It was oddly intimate. “Now, please?”

“We only have a little while before the canine and the reptile start clawing at our door.” With strong hands, he picked me up by the ass and sat me on the sink’s edge. “But I’m sure I can make quick work of you.” My skeleton man smirked.

His hands explored under my skirt until reaching my center. With a small rip, he tore a hole in my fishnets. “Second pair you’ve ruined,” I said in his ear. I liked that he wasn’t so far away as a human, especially with me sitting up higher. I could see his face, well, behind the paint. I could touch him, unlike how we were when he was shifted and I was tied by smoke.

“Get used to that,” he drawled. His fingers stroked at the damp silk of my panties. “So ready for human cock, aren’t you, Little Ghost? Archdemon me is mildly offended.”

“I love your true form,” I replied, my eyes drifting closed at the feel of his fingers. “But we can be closer like this. I can touch you and feel all of you.”

He growled, a sound from the demon. Whether his demon self liked that reply or not, I couldn’t be sure. With the clinking sound of his belt being undone, he pulled out his dick. I grabbed at it greedily, my hips straining forward in need. “Let’s see how human me compares. I’ll try not to shift, but no promises,” he said as I palmed his length. It wasn’t the ridged and enormous demon I was used to, but even for a man, Ames’s girth and length were considerable. I liked how he almost fit in my hand, well, at least it took only one hand to hold him like this, not two. I refrained from saying anything, not wanting to hurt his sensitive demon feelings. I grinned to myself, thinking of his demon form being sensitive.

He nipped at my lip. “What’s that smile about?”

“You.”

With quick and direct force, he jerked my hips forward and plunged inside me. I moaned at the sudden invasion, holding on to him by the neck.

He moved in and out, the sounds of my honeyed arousal echoing in the small tiled bathroom. “I’m the only man or monster that gets you, understand?” he gritted out between thrusts. Leaning closer, he rested his hand on the back of the sink and thrust deeper. I screamed, and it bounced off the walls of the church attic.

“Yes, that’s it, scream for your master, Little Ghost. You’re mine.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, clutching onto his biceps and leaning back, the water faucet cutting into my spine.

“I want to hear you scream it. You’re mine. God, your screams taste delectable. Almost as good as your perfect little cunt.” His hand inched between us and found my sensitive spot, pressing and flicking.

Without resistance, I did as he ordered, screaming yes over and over. “I’m yours.”

“That’s it, Little Ghost. Now come on my mortal cock. Let me feel your little cunt squeeze it empty.” His thumb and forefinger pinched at my clit. I lost control. Time and space swirled before my closed eyes, balancing on my frantic breaths as my orgasm ripped through me, tearing me apart and ruining me just like my fishnets.

He rested a palm on the mirror, and another hand gripped my hip as he picked up the pace. I loved hearing his hot breath in my ear, and seeing the face of the skeleton man, Ames, fucking me. “It’s hard,” he gritted out. “To not . . . turn into my true form . . . when I’m inside you. Especially when you scream like that.”

I wrapped my legs tight around him, feeling his cock grow and expand slightly. The line of his jaw turning more jagged, the blue of his eyes became an icy, deathly shade.

I wrapped my fingers through the back of his hair. “Please try, I want to feel you like this. Please come inside me like this, Ames. You’re my demon, always, and you’re my man, my Ames, too.”

He swore, pushing through the need to shift. After a moment, he buried himself to the hilt, shoving my hips closer into his. He cried out, holding my gaze. His fierce blues faded slightly, his jaw relaxed, and I felt his human length inside me. I held him close, both of us panting and catching our breath. “Thank you,” I whispered.

He cupped my jaw in his hands, emotion dancing in his features, even behind the black and white paint. “Thank you, Blythe . . . for reminding me that I am more. That maybe there’s more in here aside from . . . the dark.”